Sitting in shadows

Again I saw you sitting there
But little pieces were gone
Something was different
Little pieces were gone
"Just a little bit" you said,
you said "Not much"
"Just a little bit"
I looked again
and saw you
sitting in a shadow
terrified of light
and pieces of your face were
hidden from view
and bits of you were gone
And the room was full of ghosts
from the haunting past
And you were sitting in the shadows
terrified of night
Drowning in the darkness terrified of light
Your hands still clasped
and praying for the end
But the end of attrition will never come
without a victory for someone
So who will win this?
You?
Or them?
Who will win this in the end?
Will you win this in the end?

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